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Monthly Archives: August 2015

Do you like what you’ve become?
Too old to dance, too old to run
Do you look down at your hands?
Wrinkles rise like ridges across the sand
Is there room inside your head?
Memories packed as dense as lead
Is regret your calling card?
Every crossroad unexplored
See that shadow on the wall?
One day soon your name will call
Why not sit here for awhile?
And acquaint me with your smile

Pilgrim, where do you reside?
By the sea or mountainside?
Where is your forever home?
Anyplace your feet do roam?
Have you paid a price too high?
For your castle beneath the sky?
The view will take your breath away –
Or so the realtor will say.
Flags and loyalty count as loss.
What you gather you will someday toss.
Stranger or resident alien,
You are neither patriot nor citizen.
Have you slipped beyond this temporal world?
Are you on the altar with our Lord?

I like you on these temperate days
As we travel down Recovery Road
I don’t mind when you stop halfway
And drop a bundle to lighten your load
It’s all right, you say then pick up the pace
There are no burdens that can’t be replaced

I like this path that we venture on
I like the way that you pull me along
There are no pitfalls or detour signs
We watch the road not what lies beyond
The milestones may be far between
But gratitude flows leisurely downstream